Complexity

• 22 May 2011
• reading

I’m in the midst of reading Dominick LaCapra’s History in Transit: Experience, Identity, Critical Theory, as I revise my essay on David Foster Wallace, Infinite Summer, and networked reading, and have been finding a lot there that’s helping me complicate some of my claims about identification and empathy. But I just stumbled across this in a footnote on complexity, and (as I’m also in the midst of reading The Pale King) it made my head explode a little:

I have in mind the complexity of a significant novel or a philosophical or historical text rather than, say, income tax forms, although the latter in their complexity certainly call for critical analysis.

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